Date: Mon, 2 Sep 2002 21:47:15 EDT
From: Wyzman34@aol.com
Subject: Brothers Like Us...Chapter 17
Brothers Like Us
By Lawrence Michael Martell
Chapter 17
Andre was heading out of the house to meet everyone at the hospital. Eric
had told him that Mohammed's son was in an accident and was in a coma. He
liked the brotha and he wanted to be there to help him out in this time of
need besides he needed something to take his mind off of things. He needed
something to take his mind off of Julien Linton and all that had happened
between them. He still was going around and around about it and he was
still feeling confused and conflicted. It was just too much. He got into
his car and started up and as he drove he saw a light skinned brotha
jogging down the street with no shirt and the shortest shorts he'd ever
seen. The brotha had it going on. He had a tight body with a kicking six
pack and he had a ghetto booty that was firm and jiggly. Andre kept staring
at the brotha, lost in checking him out. The brotha turned back and looked
in Andre's direction and he slammed on brakes. It was Julien Linton. What
was he doing over on his side of town. Julien stopped his run and walked
towards Andre's stopped car. He couldn't believe this. How did he even know
where he lived? This was just way too much. But Andre didn't move his car
he just sat there watching Julien getting closer and closer and then
something odd happened. Julien started to change. Andre shook his head and
when he did the man approaching his car was not Julien Linton. Andre looked
around. What was the fuck going on? The man tapped on Andre's driver's side
window and he rolled the window down. The brotha was not bad looking. He
wasn't anything spectacular, like Julien. DAMNIT MAN! Get out of my
head. Andre thought to himself.
"Hey? Are you okay?" the brotha spoke and he had a sexy voice. "Can
I help you?"
Andre blinked. "Naw...I'm fine man...I just..."
The brotha smiled. "I know what you were doing?"
Andre raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what was I doin?"
"You were checking me out." He said with a big shiny smile.
"Nigga you are out of your mind." Andre said.
"Really?" The brotha said. "I think you were. I was checking you
out."
"Whatchatalkinabout man!" Andre snapped, wondering why in the hell
he didn't drive the fuck off.
The brotha smiled. "You don't recognize me?"
"Am I supposed to recognize you?"
"You should but I'm not surprised that you don't. We work out at
the same gym...Goodbody's. I've seen you there many times."
"Huh?" Andre was stunned. Was Goodbody's full of gay brothas?
The brotha extended his hand. "My name is Akil."
"Yeah...Andre." He replied shaking his hand.
"So you live around here?" Akil asked.
"Yeah...you?"
"About a mile away. This is my running route." Akil said.
"Aight...well, it was nice meeting ya. I gotta jet." Andre said.
"It was nice meeting you. So you want to get together sometime?"
Akil asked.
Andre couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was this brotha coming on to
him in the middle of the street.
"Ummm...maybe that isn't such a good idea."
Akil stepped back from the car with a disappointed look. "I'm sorry man...I
should have figured you were involved with someone."
Andre looked at Akil. Did this brotha just say that he should have
figured he was involved? So he just clocked him for being gay? "Naw nigga,
I ain't involved."
Akil smiled. "Really?"
"And I ain't gay either." Andre added.
"Oh really?" Akil said. Akil's tone sounded like he didn't believe
that.
"What nigga?" Andre demanded.
"Nothing. Nothing. I'm sorry...If you say you aren't down then you
aren't down."
"You damn right I ain't down. What makes you think I'm down with
that mess?"
Akil flashed that smile again. "I just know these things."
"Well you know wrong."
"Really? I don't think so." Akil said confidently.
"Whatcha tryin to say?"
"If you weren't down, you would have driven off by now." Akil said.
Andre glared at Akil and despite it all he found him attractive and that
annoyed him even more. Andre put the car in gear and drove off and as he
looked in the rear view mirror, he saw Akil turn and jog away with that
ghetto booty jiggling and bouncing. He watched him until he turned the
corner. DAMN! He cursed hitting the dashboard. He whipped the car around
and roared back down the street. He turned the corner that Akil turned down
and right ahead of him was Akil jogging down the street. Why in the fuck
did he turn around? He kept on driving and honked his horn. Akil looked
back and jogged to the side of the road with a smile on his face. Andre
felt his blood boil and his dick twitch. Akil walked over to Andre's
car. He leaned over into the driver's side window with a smug look on his
face.
"Yes?"
Andre was trying not to look at this sexy motherfucker. "So you still want
to hook up?"
Akil smiled. "When?"
Andre opened the passenger side door. "Get in."
Akil smiled and walked around the car and got in on the passenger side and
closed the door. Andre put the car in gear and they drove off.
They were not even a mile away from the hospital when Victor saw the police
behind them flip on it's blue lights. He looked at the speedometer. He
wasn't speeding.
"What the fuck?" Victor muttered.
Shane and Sean looked out of the rear window. They could see the police
cruiser.
"Baby," Shane said, "Just pull over."
Victor didn't want to stop but he knew he had to. His ride was clean so if
they decided they wanted to look inside there was nothing to find. Since he
never allowed anyone to do any drugs in his ride there would be no residue
from cocaine or marijuana to be found either. He was a brotha going to the
hospital to support another brotha...no crime in that. He pulled over and
reached into the glove box to get his license and registration.
"Driver!" came a amplified voice from inside the police car. "Roll
down your window and put your hands out."
"What?" Victor snapped.
"Just do it." Shane said, fear in his voice.
Victor rolled down the window on the driver side and stuck his hands
out. This was ridiculous. Apparently they ran the tags on the ride and then
they probably ran his name through the computer and discovered his criminal
record and prison past.
"If there are any other passengers slowly open your doors and step
out and put your hands on the hood of the car and driver you do the same.
"Shit!" Sean spat. Once again the police have nothing better to
do. The man that raped him gets murdered instead of being arrested by the
police, his friends are suspected in his murder and now they are being
stopped. What was really going on?
Shane opened the passenger door and slowly got out with his hands
up and Sean followed suit. Victor was about to step out when he dropped his
license on the floor. He cursed and looked down to find it but he couldn't
see it. Thinking it went under the seat nad put his hand under and felt for
it. That was when he felt something under the seat and it wasn't a license.
Officers McLaughlin and Lance had stepped out of their cruiser keeping
their eyes on the two men that got out on the passenger side. The driver's
door was open but he didn't come out yet. They looked at each other and
then back at the vehicle.
"Driver!" McLaughlin said over the radio P.A. system. "Depart from
the car."
Detective Montgomery and another police car arrived in the scene. He could
help but smile when he saw Shane and Sean Jackson standing outside of the
SUV with their hands up. But where was Victor? Where was Du Bois? He pulled
his car next to the police cruiser and got out.
"Where's the driver?" Montgomery asked.
"He hasn't come out yet, sir." McLaughlin answered.
Det. Montgomery grabbed the P.A microphone. "This is
Det. Montgomery. Driver of the vehicle show your hands and get out of the
car." Montgomery handed McLaughlin the mic and waited.
"Fuck!" Victor said. What was Detective Montgomery doing here?
Victor wasn't sure what he was feeling under his seat but it felt like a
gun and if it was he had to do something before the police came over. He
almost had it when he heard Montgomery's voice again. Victor reached for it
and grabbed it again. Yeah, it felt like a gun but what was it doing in his
car?
Montgomery was tired of waiting. He pulled his service revolver, he was
going to get Victor now. He approached the car and the police officers with
him did the same. They ran to the rear of the SUV, two of the officers took
Shane and Sean and put them in the back of the police cruiser. The officer
came around the passenger side of the SUV where the passenger doors were
still open. He looked in and that was when he saw the driver pull up a gun
from under the driver's seat.
"GUN!" He shouted.
Victor had just pulled the object from under his seat. Yes, it was a
gun. Damnit! What the hell was going on? He had to do something with it but
what? Before he could think about that he heard someone shout from his
right side. It startled him and he turned with the gun in his hand. He was
looking at a young police officer who opened fire at him. Victor managed to
duck out of the way but as he did the gun discharged striking the officer
in the shoulder. What happened next was like a slow motion nightmare. The
officers opened fire at the SUV and backed away to their cars, except for
Det. Montgomery. He advanced towards the SUV where he saw Victor down on
the floor with a gun in his hand...the gun he had planted there. A
smile...a sinister smile crossed his lips and as Victor looked up
Montgomery aimed his gun and fired three shots. Direct hit!
Shane and Sean watched in surprise as the police officers had ran towards
the car. They couldn't imagine what Victor was doing that was taking so
long. When they were grabbed by two officers and place in a police car they
watched in horror as an officer was shot and the others opened fired on the
SUV. Shane screamed and tried to get out of the car but couldn't.
"VICTOR! VICTOR! VICTOR!" He screamed.
Sean couldn't believe what was going on? He was witnessing a gun battle in
the middle of the street. That was when he saw Det. Montgomery advance to
the driver side of the SUV and that's when he saw him fire his gun...three
times. There was immediate and eerie silence and Sean closed his eyes. This
was all a bad dream...a nightmare but when he opened his eyes the truth was
there in his face. In the distance he could hear more sirens and he watched
as the police officers surrounded the SUV. He turned to Shane, who had seen
it all as well. He was silent as tears streamed down his face like a
river. He was shaking and trembling and he looked pale. Sean held Shane's
hand. It was cold as ice.
It took less than ten minutes for the EMTs and more backup to arrive on the
scene. The area was blocked off and traffic diverted. The officer who was
shot...Officer Manuel Santos was treated and taken to the
hospital. Det. Montgomery smiled to himself as the body of Victor Du Bois
was pulled out of the SUV. At last...it was done. He had taken care of
Victor Du Bois.
Detective Julien Linton arrived on the scene a few minutes after the
ambulance carrying Officer Santos departed. He was at the office when he
heard the call that came in about an officer being down. He recognized
Montgomery's voice. He asked the dispatcher what was going on. He told him
that two officers had stopped a suspicious vehicle then the shooting
started. When Julien asked what Det. Montgomery was doing there on the
scene, the dispatcher had no idea. Julien left and headed for the scene. He
saw Montgomery talking to a few other officers and a detective from the
next precinct that actually had authority on this side of of town. He was
walking over towards him when he noticed the two men in the back of the
police cruiser. He stopped as he recognized them, Shane and Sean
Jackson. Neither man seemed to have noticed him and Julien got a bad
feeling. He quickly walked over to Montgomery.
"Hey partner, whatcha doin' here?" Montgomery asked, smiling.
"I heard the officer down call. I wanted to check things out. What
happened?"
"Nothing...except this guy decides he wants to shoot a cop."
Montgomery explained.
"Who?" Linton asked.
Montgomery lit a cigar. "Victor Du Bois." Montgomery said puffing on his
cigar. "But he won't be doin that again. He's dead."
Jermaine and I had swung by my place. I told Dre what had happened and he
said he was going to go to the hospital and give his regards and prayers. I
then grabbed a few things and went with Jermaine back to his place, where
we showered, got something to eat and made our way back to the hospital. We
were maybe ten or twelve blocks away when we encountered some heavy
traffic. We sat for a moment moving very slow. When we came upon a police
officer, who told us we had to detour around and go another way.
"Officer," I said, "What happened?" I asked, ever the reporter.
"Police business." The officer said. "Move on, please."
We continued on to the hospital, where our business really was. When we
arrived in the hospital there was a lot of activity.
"I wonder what's going on?" Jermaine asked.
"I don't know but I'm going to find out." I said as I got up and
when to the nurses station. She seemed like she was a bit busy but I wanted
to know what was going on.
"That was a bad thing that happened up the street, huh?" I said off
the top of my head.
The nurse looked up quickly, smiled and went back to work. "Yeah, it was."
"The police have the entire area blocked off."
"Well, I'm not surprised considering that a cop got shot."
A policeman shot. "I heard. How is the officer?"
"Oh he's okay. He was treated. He'll be okay."
"Good, but I tell you, I'd hate to be the shooter when the police
get him." I said.
"They did get him. He was shot on the scene."
"Oh wow! I'm glad to hear that...but...I mean they brought him
here? I mean what if he tries something?"
"I wouldn't worry about that sir. He's dead."
I shook my head. I was willing to bet that the shooter was black. I walked
away from the nurses station. I would call Theresa and see what she knew
about the shooting. I had just returned to Jermaine when a sistah busted
into the room followed by a very skinny brotha with a gold tooth and an
unsavory look. She looked upset and slightly drunk or something and when I
looked closer, she looked familiar. They went to the nurse's station.
"Where is my son!?" She demanded very loudly. The nurse looked up
very much annoyed but trying to be professional.
"Ma'am could you please hold your voice down?"
"Bitch! Dontcha tell me to hold my voice down! Where the fuck is my
baby boy?" The sistah snapped. The nurse raised an eyebrow and I felt
something interesting was going to happen and this sistah, who I couldn't
place was not done. "You sorry assed mothafuckas should have called me and
told me what was goin' on with my goddamn son! Where the fuck is he?"
"Ma'am if you don't lower your voice I will call security."
"Call mothafuckin' security...I don't give a fuck!"
This sistah was out of control and I was about to stick my nose in other
folks business when Mo-Mo and Sonny walked in.
"Sup E," Mo-Mo said. I turned and so did the sistah. I caught the
look in Mo-Mo's eyes and it startled me. I turned to where he was looking
and the sistah strided right towards him and that's when it clicked. Teena,
Jamal's mother.
"Where the fuck is my son, you sonofabitch!" Teena roared.
"What in the hell are you doing here?" Mo-Mo answered, keeping his
voice low. He saw the brotha behind her and then back at her. "You brought
your latest piece of dick with you I see."
Teena went to slap Mo-Mo but he caught her hand and pushed it down. The
skinny brotha moved like he was going to do something and Sonny and Mo-Mo
stepped forward and brotha changed his mind that quick.
"You should have told me my baby was in the hospital, nigga!"
"If your ass was at home instead of being in the streets being a
whore you would have known." Mohammed snapped back, still trying to keep
his voice low.
"I hate your ass, Mohammed Moyenda. You should be in there instead
of MY son." Teena was fuming.
"He's not your son. He IS MY son." Mohammed replied and he didn't
not check his voice that time.
"Bullshit. He was hurt staying with you and where were you? How did
he get hurt?"
"That's none of your damn business." Mohammed snapped back.
"The fuck it ain't, nigga."
"I'm not gonna be too many more niggas." Mohammed warned.
Teena looked at Sonny and then back at Mo-Mo. "Motherfucker! You were on
the goddamn road wrestlin' weren't you? Yo ass wasn't even home when it
happened, were you?"
"Fuck off, Teena." Mohammed said as he walked past her and went to
the nurses station. Teena turned and followed him.
"I'm Mohammed Moyenda. I wanted to check on my son, Jamal."
The nurse, who wanted quiet nodded and said she would get the doctor.
"You gonna tell me what in the hell happened?" Teena demanded.
"He was in a car accident."
Teena wailed. "AND!"
"He's gonna be alright. Go home."
"GO HOME?! Nigga you are crazy. I'm not leavin' here until I see my
baby."
"Suit yourself but I want you to shut the fuck up and take
this...this fool out of here. He ain't family."
"YO!" The other dude spoke again but when Mohammed glared at him he
shut up again.
Teena looked at Sonny and then at Jermaine and I. "And who are these
niggas? His long lost uncles?"
"Teena...you and your thang can stay but you both better stay out
of my way."
"Nigga!" Teena shot at him.
"Bitch!" Mo-Mo shot back. Teena and her friend sat across from
us. When Dr. Suvwanakar walked out he went straight to Mo-Mo, who stood up
and greeted him. Teena was on her feet and went right over. The doc didn't
know who she was and talked to Mo-Mo without looking at here.
"How is Jamal?" Mo-Mo asked.
"He is...may I help you ma'am?" The doc asked looking at Teena.
Teena was off the hook. "Nigga, I'm Jamal's mama!"
Dr. Suvwanakar looked at Mo-Mo, who nodded. "I'm sorry Mrs. Moyenda."
"Hell No! I ain't married to him. Never was and never will be!"
Dr. Suvwanakar ignored that and went on. "Your son is still in a coma."
Teena wailed. "OH MY BABY!" She acted as if she was going to faint and the
doctor seemed more concerned than the dude she brought with her but she
recovered. Mohammed ignored it.
"So what can you do?" Mohammed was asking.
"We have moved him to a private room. I think things are
hopeful. This is not an unusual situation considering the accident."
"So can I see him?" Mohammed asked.
"Me too." Teena said quickly.
The doctor looked at them both. "Yes, but I have to tell you that even
though he is in a coma he is still effected by what is around him."
"Whatcha tryin to say?" Teena demanded.
"What I am saying is that if you two are in a highly aggravated,
agitated state I would rather you see him one at a time. He is your child
but he is MY patient and until such time as he is discharged, HE IS MY
responsibility."
A few minutes later Dr. Suvwanakar was taking Mohammed and Teena to
see son. The brother that came with Teena sat in the seats across from us
while Sonny joined me and Jermaine. I got a very weird feeling again...like
something was wrong. I turned to Jermaine.
"I'm going to the chapel." I said.
"I'll go to." Jermaine said.
"Hey," Sonny spoke, "Can I go?"
I smiled. "Sure." I looked to see if Teena's friend was going to ask. He
didn't. We arrived at the hospital chapel and as we sat together in the
pews I felt a prayer in me come out.
"Father God, I know that your will is done in all things and that
you a truly powerful and loving. One of your children is in trouble and he
and his parents and everyone that loves him and them needs you. Please,
take care of Jamal. If it's really his time father help us all to deal with
that, if not please make him well. In your loving name. Amen."
Andre led Akil through the house and towards his bedroom. Akil was trying
to make small talk and asked if Andre lived alone and how long had he lived
there. Andre remained quiet, he was not looking for conversation. They
walked into his room and he shut the door behind them. Akil stood in the
center of the room and looked around.
"Very nice room." Akil said.
"Did you come here to check out the décor or did you come here
to get fucked?" Andre said as he walked towards Akil. Akil faced Andre and
smiled. This brother was not about small talk nor wasting time which was
fine with him.
"I came here to get my freak on." Akil said as he reached for
Andre's face leaning in for a kiss. But Andre turned his head.
"Naw...no kissing." Andre said.
"Okay." Akil replied. Andre removed his shirt and unzipped his
pants. Akil smile and dropped to his knees and put Andre's semi hard dick
into his mouth and began sucking. Andre gripped the sides of Akil's head
and began fucking his hot mouth. Damn! It felt damned good! Akil's tongue
was working wonders on his dick and as Andre tried to drive all of his dick
down his throat causing Akil to gag but he didn't stop.
"DAMN...SHIT...DAMN! SUCK THAT DICK, BITCH!...SUCK THAT DICK!"
Andre moaned as he felt Akil's mouth and tongue doing it's work. His legs
were getting weak and Andre sat on his bed while Akil continued to work his
mouth on his dick. He laid back on the bed and close his eyes and as Akil
went to work on his dick, his mind went back to the steamroom. It went back
to Julien Linton and as his mind went back to that day his dick throbbed
and twitched causing Akil to gag a bit but he went on. He reached his hands
up and fondled Andre's nuts causing Andre to moan and shutter. Akil removed
his clothes as he sucked Andre's dick and once he was naked he slid off
Andre's dick and crawled up onto his body. He wanted that big dick in his
ass and he wanted it now. He was about to mount Andre when Andre stopped
him.
"You gotta a rubber?" Andre asked.
"Well, no. I wasn't expecting..."
Andre reached over into his bedside table and pulled out a Magnum brand
condom and handed it to Akil. He then reached in and pulled out some
lube. Akil ripped open the condom and slipped it over Andre's huge dick and
then he took a liberal handful of lube and put it on the condom and in his
ass. Once Akil was done he moved down and straddled Andre's lower body as
he reached back and gripped his dick with his hand and slowly lowered his
body down while guiding his the dick into his ass. It was very large and it
hurt like hell but Akil was not about to stop and as he went down more and
guided the dick in the pain gave way to a delicious pain numbing pleasure.
"Ahhhh Yeah!" Akil moaned in satisfaction as he felt the dick go
in. It felt great. It felt damn great. He began to ride the dick and as it
filled his ass he moaned and groaned and as he looked down at Andre, he
could see on his face that it was driving him crazy and that he was loving
every bit of it.
"How's that ass!?" Akil demaned as he bounced on Andre's dick.
"Ahhhh fuck yeah! That ass is hot as shit!" Andre groaned as he
fucked his ass. This brotha had a great ass. He pounded Akil's ass with
powerful strokes and as Akil squealed and squeaked with each thrust trying
to tear him apart.
"Ride that dick, bitch!" Andre snarled. "RIDE IT!"
Akil placed his hands on Andre's powerful chest to steady himself as he
felt the thrust and drive of his dick in his ass. It was too much. It was
too much pleasure and too much pain. He felt like he was being split open
but he couldn't stop cause the pleasure was too much. Sweat rolled off
Akil's lithe body and dripped onto Andre's glistening skin as they
frantically fuck. Akil moaned and whimpered each time the thick dick was
pile driven into his battered ass.
Andre shook his head as he felt his body starting to tense up, he
was close to a climax. "I'm gonna cum any minute!" Andre blurted out.
"Yesss...Yesss... daddy...give it to me!...Please...give it to me!"
Akil pleaded as he rocked and rolled on the dick.
Andre pumped as hard as he could as he felt his balls tighten up as
cum moved quickly up into his dick. He felt the delicious, tingly itch and
as he got closer to an orgasm his dick became super sensitive. He couldn't
stand it much more and as Akil wiggled and rocked and rolled on it he felt
like he was about to explode. His toes curled in his shoes, clawed at the
sheets and he squeezed his eyes shut.
"AHHHHHH....AHHHHHHH...AHHHHHHH...OOOOOH...I'm gonna...I'm
gonna..."
"GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME DADDY!" Akil chimed in.
"AHHHHH SHIT! DAMN! I'M CUMMING!!!! I'M CUMMMMMMING!!!!"
Andre let loose with a shuddering orgasm that shot through Akil and made
him explode all over Andre's chest. They screamed and grunted and collapsed
on the bed spent. As Akil laid on the bed panting, Andre pulled up his
pants.
"Get out." Andre said.
Akil looked up surprised. "What?"
"Time for you to go." Andre said.
"You drove me here." Akil complained.
"You're a runner. Run home." Andre said.
Akil sprung up and put on his clothes. He glared at Andre and then left his
room and the house. Andre went to the front door and locked it. He then
went to the bathroom and ran the shower, stripped and stepped in. As the
water washed over his body Andre stood there. All the while he was fucking
Andre he kept thinking about Julien Linton and when he came he was thinking
he was fucking Julien Linton. He hated this. He hated this a lot. How in
the hell was this going to stop and when?